. . .it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

~ [love is more thicker than forget]

Even another day of powder for a ski. And the snow and sleet storm predicted for today never came; the sky was steel grey, all day, as if it might, but no mess came. The snow unspoiled. I skied past the ice milky and black river and went into the wetlands and stopped by the brook and then went into the Trustees and stopped at the running brook and right there in front of my eyes was a lovely Valentine in the ice. I sent the picture off to Frank and yes, he said, he is my Valentine. Then I was off for a long ramble with the dogs, taking my time, an unscheduled morning in my Sunday sanctuary. Indoors, a fire, the quiet, restful house. I talked over the movie from last night, “A Promising Woman,” with my daughter and we decided we were glad we saw it, disturbing as it is. Later, I worked on the poems from the letters, and drafted one of the three I committed to myself to get done before tomorrow. And so, I know I will get the two done tomorrow. I thought about Frank’s and my first Valentine’s Day as a couple––we were engaged, but he was living in Florida, and i was living in Mass. and that was thirty four Valentine’s days ago.